I felt people curse me before.
I even heard them when they wished I would drop dead. All day, everyday, screaming louder in my hears.
But you know the funny thing? Even at my lowest, even while hating every part of me, I would gladly spit in their faces.
Because how presumptuous can you be, that you wish for my end just because you're not able to get off your ass and dare try to better yourself.
I'll survive. No, I'll persist.
And trust me, you'll hear of me again and again.


















